Fortnight in review – October 30, 2022

“A ‘Work’ Trip to Roatan, Honduras”

Tuesday was passport day.  I had made an appointment at the downtown Dallas emergency passport office.  All the necessary documents were reviewed and I was sent to another window, anticipating receiving my shiny new passport.  Not so fast – “You have to come back tomorrow afternoon to pick it up.”  “But I live so far away and can’t afford to take time off work again, and if I don’t go on this trip I’ll get fired.”  My fabricated sob stories were all in vain.

Deciding to make the best of another drive downtown, I invited Diana to accompany me and have lunch afterwards in Oak Cliff.  The passport was ready – all set to travel again.  I surprised Diana with a new place for lunch – Paradiso in the Bishop Arts district.  We sat in the courtyard and enjoyed an excellent lunch – one of the best salads that we’ve had in a long time.  A nice new find to add to our Oak Cliff rotation.

 

After lunch we strolled around the corner and enjoyed a browse and a coffee at the delightful Wild Detectives book store.  This is my favourite retail establishment in all of Dallas.

We woke up very early on Friday morning, grabbed our passports and luggage and  headed for the airport to catch our 7am flight to Miami.  A quick change, and we were on our way to Roatan, Honduras.  Here’s a picture from the plane as we flew over the beautiful Caribbean islands:

“Where is Roatan?”, you ask.  Here’s a map to help you get oriented:

Roatan is a Caribbean island, about 40 miles off the coast of Honduras, with a population of around 100,000.  It has the second largest coral reef in the world, after the Australian Great Barrier reef.  We had the choice of attending year end award celebrations in Las Vegas, Roatan, or Cancun, and decided to try somewhere new.  What a great choice that ended up being!

A bus was waiting for us at the tiny Roatan airport (4 gates) to shuttle us to the Grand Roatan resort.

This is located on the very West end of the island and was just gorgeous.  Not too big, with an awesome beach and beach front restaurant.  Here are some pictures of the resort.

Our condo was behind the tropical forest on the right hand side of the last picture, and had a wonderful view out over the reef.

The advance party, Blair (COO), Lachie (CEO), Nikki (CRO) and Lisa (Blair’s wife) were already installed at the beach restaurant, and we joined them for lunch and margaritas.

We hung out chatting on the beach for the afternoon, and then an impromptu dance party broke out.

Jorge (VP for LATAM)  arrived in the late afternoon, just in time to teach McD some new dance moves:

And to sing for Lisa:

I am very fortunate to work with such fun and kind people.

After the sun set, we walked down the beach and enjoyed a yummy meal on the deck of the Argentinian Grill.  D’s lobster tails were gobbled up.

Lachie had planned on renting a boat on Saturday, but the rainy season was in full force in the morning, so we pushed that to Sunday.  As we were heading down to the beach in the afternoon on Saturday afternoon, we ran into Lachie, who joined us for the afternoon.  We told stories and he worked on both of us to try and push my retirement date out as far as he could.  “You want to work from the south of France?  That’s totally fine with me.”

I forgot to mention that we did get one workout in on Saturday morning.  The gym was brand new and very well equipped, with a terrific view.

When the rain let up, we had a nice walk down to the far end of the beach.

Sunday was one of those fantastic days that just evolve.  The rain came again during breakfast, so we relaxed for a while and waited for it to pass.  Around 10am, we made the short walk down the beach and boarded our boat for the day.  We cruised around the island, stopping for some snorkeling, and then pulled into an isolated restaurant, “The Cove”, for another great meal.  Blair and I hiked into the jungle to “The Brewery” in search of cigars – no luck.  I did have a good chat with the owner – used to work the front of the house at the Granada theater in Dallas – where we’ve seen many concerts.

The girls made me a bit nervous making their way to the bow of the boat for a better view and sunbathing.

Unfortunately the rain came again in the late afternoon.  We were out beyond the shelf in 2,700 feet of water, and so our captain put some lines out, hoping to catch some dinner.  No luck on that, but we were treated to a beautiful double rainbow.

There are not many better ways to pass a day than cruising around a lovely island with good people.

Our award winners arrived on Monday morning.  We greeted them at reception, got them checked in, and then participated in some games on the beach.  Everyone got a welcome bag with a swim shirt and button down shirt for the evening.  Here’s the crew in their swim shirts.

I really didn’t enjoy the “beach skiing”, but did well at the canoe race.

While we rested up for the evening event, Diana and Lisa went off down the beach shopping with the wonderful Alex as a tour guide.  He took pictures of them on the oversize chair.

I’m so fortunate that Diana has become such good friends with Lisa – they really enjoy hanging out together while we’re “working.”

The awards dinner was so well produced with so much heart.  The stories and videos of the winners were really touching.

The after dinner dancing got off to a slowish start until the two party starters took over – doing an excellent job of getting everyone on the dance floor.

Diana was having so much fun dancing that I kept getting the “Just 15 minutes more” story when trying to head to bed.

Tuesday was a free day and we spent it relaxing on the beach and reading.  BP made an appearance – although the park ranger did tell me “no penguins allowed on the beach.”

We enjoyed a late lunch with Pepe and Rebecca – such a nice couple, and Rebecca was a good, chatty addition to the D and Lisa duo.

Travel home on Wednesday was smooth – just a short delay in Miami and, as is typical these days, folks behind us that talked for the entire flight.  My new passport worked without any issues.

There had been some storms in McKinney while we were gone, so it was straight back into pool girl cleanup mode for McD.

My book this week was “The Dark Remains” by William McIlvanney and Ian Rankin – two authors that I enjoy very much.

McIlvanney’s Laidlaw books were a completely new force in crime fiction when originally published years ago.  When he died in 2015, he left half of a handwritten manuscript about Laidlaw’s first case.  Ian Rankin finished what McIlvanney started.

This is an excellent tale of the criminal world in 1970s Glasgow, and the Laidlaw character is wonderful as always.

From a conversation with both authors transcribed at the end of the book – McIlvanney:

“I come from twenty miles outside Glasgow – “How can a Kilmarnockian write about Glasgow?”  It’s twenty miles!  There’s buses and things!  But it was regarded as kind of preposterous that he would have Camus and so on.”

Thanks for letting me steal this book, Mum.

“Walking Wounded”, McIlvanney’s short story collection, has pride of place in the Top 10 books I’ve read section of the bookshelves.

Somebody, likely Lachie (Aussie), was playing this INXS song on the trip.  Such a great band:

This was a staple on Jorge’s playlist.  Something a bit different for me but a super catchy hook:

And finally, some sweet singing and guitar from Gary Clark Jr.:

Coexist peacefully, with kindness and compassion for all!

 

 

Month in Review – October 16th, 2022

“A busy travel month”

I’m back.

Did you miss me?  It’s OK – you can be honest.

This is the first time in 6 years of posting that I’ve gone a solid month between updates.  Sorry – been too busy bouncing around the country.

I started the month by finally taking the plunge into U.S. citizenship.  I showed up on a very hot Tuesday morning to stand in line with 800 other new citizens from 91 countries.  Almost an hour elapsed before I made it through the process and into the air conditioned facility.

The Oath that we all recited did make me wonder: “abjure”, “potentate” – not words I ever hear spoken – particularly not by a group of folks who may still be learning English.  Also entertaining in that I’m not renouncing my British citizenship.  Oh well – I went along with it and obtained my certificate, and a letter from the President.

The next day, I flew out to San Francisco to meet up with Diana and support Marco (and Julie) in his surgery.  We drove up to Sacramento, made sure they got checked into their hotel for the pre-surgery rest, and then checked into our Airbnb.

I picked a place in Midtown, Sacramento – a historic neighborhood just East of downtown, with a lot of old Victorian and other interesting houses.

While Marco was starting the lengthy surgery (9.5 hours with 6 surgeons), we walked to a local breakfast restaurant.  Jennifer, the owner of Morning Fork with her husband, was very welcoming.  When we asked her if there were always so many firemen in her restaurant, she replied, “Oh no, if I’d known I would have worn something cuter.”

Diana thanked her for her kindness and mentioned how important that was to us on surgery day.  She rushed off and came back with a complimentary bottle of champagne for us to enjoy at home.  We were really liking this neighborhood already.

Although very extensive, Marco’s surgery actually went a bit better than expected.  He looked amazing the next day, although in tremendous pain.

A few days later and Marco was on to a liquid diet – very exciting for him after eating nothing orally for so long.

We were amazed at Marco’s strength as he quickly was up and walking around – adding more distance each day, until he was able to quickly climb two flights of stairs.  Julie was a wonderful advocate, managing the doctors and nurses at a very detailed level and making sure she had all necessary information.

 

 

We continued to explore the Midtown neighborhood – enjoying a very unexpected dinner at Moxie – a few blocks from the farmhouse.  It looks like a real hole in the wall from outside.  Then you step into a lovely restaurant with excellent food and presentations.  The menu is very accommodating – if we’ve got it or can find it nearby, we’ll make it for you.  D’s seafood medley and my seabass were both wonderful.

Adamo came to visit on Saturday and we went walking around for several hours before he visited Marco.  All the way down to the Capital building and the river, before randomly bumping into Julie meeting her friend, and getting an unexpected ride home.

We couldn’t let Adamo leave without trying dinner at his namesake restaurant.  We had a very good meal and he loved telling everyone the place was named after him.

After a week, our time at the Midtown farmhouse was coming to an end and extending wasn’t possible.  We relocated to the Kimpton Sawyer hotel downtown – a very comfortable and kind establishment – more on that later.  Amy dropped off Frankie with Diana one day so that she could go and give Marco a Reiki treatment.  She is incredible at that – took Marco’s pain from a 15 out of 10 to zero for a while.  Even when he was standing up.  How does that work?  And why isn’t it being used more often?  Diana was exhausted after a few hours babysitting fearless Frankie at the pool – and had certainly earned her champagne flight at Fizz, just outside the hotel and beside the Golden 1 Center, home of the Sacramento Kings basketball team.

We enjoyed dinner one night at the nearby Brasserie du Monde – wonderful duck liver mousse.

Diana worked with Nina at the Kimpton front desk to extend the room day by day as we anticipated Marco’s release from hospital.  This lady was amazing – said “Hi D”, every time we passed through the lobby, asked about Marco daily, provided D with drink tickets, and comped almost all of our room and other charges on checkout.  Wow!  If you ever find yourself in downtown Sacramento – this is the place to stay.

And finally the day was here – Marco broke free.  He was so happy to be out.

I forgot to share this silly picture he took with his favourite nurse, Boris.  Boris witnessed some of the crazy tales and behaviour the day that Diana sat with Marco during his delirium phase.  You’ll have to ask D for those stories.

We spent the night at the same hotel Julie had been using in Elk Grove, close to the hospital, and then Diana drove Julie’s car home, while I drove Marco’s Subaru to Clorinda’s house and then was dropped at the airport by the wonderful and lovely Caroline.

I had a few days at home before Diana was scheduled to fly back on the Monday.  Anne and Denny tag teamed trying to convince me to fly down for Gretna fest on Sunday.  I checked American Airlines and let them know it was way too expensive for a quick trip.  Denny persisted, and so late on Saturday I checked Southwest, finding prices not too bad.  In a weak moment, thinking of how much I would enjoy a day of music in New Orleans, I booked it.  I was at Denny’s home by 9:30am on Sunday and on the 11:00am ferry across the Mississippi to Gretna at 11:00am.

Jack, Thom, and Alex joined us for this wonderful day of music.  The crowds were very small, the weather perfect, and the bands all outstanding.  We started with the New Orleans Nightcrawlers on the Riverfront stage.  A perfect opener.  They are such a great local brass band with Craig Klein on trombone.

I always  enjoy a good sousaphone solo!

Anne joined us in time for Eric Lindell with their friend Derek Huston on saxophone.  Derek was happy to have his local cheering section on hand.  This was the best band that I’ve heard supporting Lindell – just outstanding musicianship.

We visited “Asian Village” for lunch and I enjoyed a combo plate of two different bao sandwiches – delicious.  I thought the t-shirt on sale at the stall was very clever.

Here are some pictures of the group enjoying the festival.

And then it was time for the band I’d been looking forward to – one of my favourites, Govt Mule.  Warren Haynes and the gang gave us a great show.  It was so nice to be able to stand comfortably up front and enjoy the guitar excellence.

The sunset on the 6:30pm ferry back to New Orleans was impressive:

We stopped in our old neighbourhood, Magazine Street next to our condo, for pizza on the way home.  Theo’s pizza is so yummy.

 

 

I worked from the Webster street patio on Monday morning, and then enjoyed a fun lunch with Anne and Jack at the Chloe.  It was a perfect day to eat outside.  The desert was really creative – sweet potato brulee served in a sweet potato.  The chef was quite proud of his creation when he delivered it to the table.  Then it was time for me to head to the airport and complete my last minute quick getaway.  I’m so glad the Ogans talked me into it.

I landed at Lovefield airport on Monday night, then made the quick drive over to DFW to pick up my D, finally returning from California.

At some point during the week, Diana chatted with Cat and decided that we should fly to San Diego last weekend for Kristina’s 60th birthday.  Another last minute trip was underway.  We flew out on Saturday morning, dropped our bags at the hotel, and enjoyed brunch at the nearby Mission restaurant.

After that we met up with Kris and Cat at their new house – getting there but a lot to be done before they attempt to obtain an occupancy permit on December 1st.

Cat suggested that we stop in La Jolla to pass some time before our dinner reservation.  Great idea – let’s go to Herringbone!  The ladies enjoyed happy hour oysters and I loved my “campfire Old Fashioned” – complete with toasted marshmallow, smoke, and a Graham cracker rim.

I chose “Et Voila” for dinner.  We chuckled thinking of David and his “Voila, Merci” commentary.

This restaurant was outstanding – great service and food, with Missy Burns doing an excellent job of managing the joint while the owner was away.

Everyone loved their meal – yummy baguette, scallops, mussels, and veal.  And all topped off with authentic profiterols.

The night wasn’t over yet.  Our hotel was right next to Petco baseball stadium and the Padres were in position to win their playoff series with the LA Dodgers on Saturday night.  We visited the rooftop bar and had a great view into the stadium.  It was funny to hear the roar of the crowd and then see what happened on TV after a delay.

I think we successfully distracted Kris and Cat from the home building stress for a few hours.

No visit to San Diego is complete without meeting up with Campbell and Mary Bartlett (Molly).  We enjoyed crab and lobster benedicts at the Harbor breakfast restaurant in Little Italy.  They both seem to be doing really well.

I was able to watch the first half of the Cowboys and Eagles football game on the plane home.  It didn’t go the way I wanted at all.  And another last minute weekend getaway was complete.

Mid-month, Will and Christine flew to Spain for a wedding.  Here are the well edited and doctored pictures from that expedition:

We were very pleased to get the news that Dad was finally accepted into a care home, after a year in the hospital ward.  He seems to be settling in okay on most days, with the usual ups and downs.  Here’s a picture of his new digs:

We hope he continues to adjust well to his new environment.

My book this week (I’ve struggled to find the time or inclination to read much recently) was “Upgrade” by Blake Crouch.  I loved this book – a combination of a perfectly paced thriller and near-future sci-fi.  I’m  not usually a sci-fi fan but this story about gene manipulation really didn’t seem too far fetched.

On initially having his DNA “upgraded”:

“Imagine walking through Times Square in New York City and registering each environmental stimulus equally and simultaneously.  The tiny chip in the sidewalk underfoot being given the same priority as every last detail of every incoming pedestrian and the smell of exhaust and food trucks and steam venting out of the subway and urine and every snippet of passing conversation crashing through the auditory inputs right alongside an avalanche of distinct sights, sounds, smells, and tactile sensations of a city in full operation.

The absence of sensory gating is a key maker for schizophrenia, and actually contributes to making people go insane.  An existence without gating would be torture.”

Miriam, the main character’s mother, on why humans continue to destroy their planet:

“”So you’re saying that people are too stupid?” Basri asked.

“Not just that,” Miriam said.  “It’s denial.  Selfishness.  Magical thinking.  We are not rational beings.  We seek comfort rather than a clear-eyed stare into reality.  We consume and preen and convince ourselves that if we keep our heads in the sand, the monsters will just go away.  Simply put, we refuse to help ourselves as a species.  We refuse to do what must be done.  Every danger we face links ultimately back to this failing.””

I highly recommend this book.

I watched a new Brian Wilson movie on one of my many flights this month, and really enjoyed it.  Most of the movie is a music reporter driving Brian around Los Angeles and visiting historically significant locations from his life and career.  They listen to music along the way, with Brian telling some great stories about the creation of iconic Beach Boys songs.

Here’s an excellent collaboration with Jim James of My Morning Jacket from the soundtrack:

And a lesser known Dennis Wilson track:

I enjoyed an interview with Sir Elton John in the movie where he talks about the chord structure in “Someone Saved My Life Tonight: being a copy of that in “God Only Knows.”  Can you here it?

Two of my dessert island disk selections for sure.  I’ll leave it at that for this posting, and remind myself that it’s too much work to go this long between postings.

Coexist peacefully, with kindness and compassion for all!

 

 

 

Week in Review – September 18, 2022

“An Austin Ramble”

I made the drive down to Austin on Monday, arriving at the hotel in time to check in and relax a bit before the Bob Schneider concert at the Saxon Pub.  Denny and Anne had made a last minute plan to join me in Austin for a few days, and they arrived just in time to catch some of the concert.

These Lonelyland concerts are always such a treat.  You never know what kind of music is coming next and the band is excellent.  Schneider always brings his own special brand of humour.

After the show, we walked around the corner to the excellent Tiki Tatsu-Ya.  We enjoyed some snacks (spam sliders and taro tots anyone?) and fancy Tiki drinks.

It was a short walk downhill to the Carpenter Hotel and the week was off to a good start.

After work on Tuesday, I met Denny and Anne downtown for appetizers at Peche (Diana’s favourite Austin restaurant).

Tuesday was HAAM (Healthcare Alliance for Austin Musicians) day, with bands playing all over town throughout the day.  One of my very favourite charities, started by the lovely Marcia Ball.  Denny and Anne had enjoyed a bike ride around the river trail and some music during the day.  Researching bands, Denny selected C-Boys Heart and Soul as our first stop.  There was confusion on the band scheduling and the rockabilly band expected was in fact a 1950s lounge style band.  We didn’t stay long – opting to walk down to Guero’s and see Jonathan Tyler perform in the Oak garden.  Tyler put on a good show after he warmed up a bit.  We listened for a while and then enjoyed some tacos at the restaurant next door.

Anne was intent on catching the last band at the Yeti flagship store, but apparently Denny and I didn’t walk quickly enough and they had just finished.  I did find a new colour of coolers that I knew Diana would like.

Having been stymied at Yeti, we walked across to Ego’s, where karaoke was in full force.  We spent a fun couple of hours being greatly entertained by a very diverse group of performers.  Highly recommended.

A quick stop at Barton Springs Saloon and another excellent rambling adventure through South Austin was complete.

Denny and Anne decided to attend the Austin FC soccer match on Wednesday evening.  I had a Board meeting early on Thursday and so decided to  have a quiet evening.  I did meet up with the New Orleanians at June’s All Day for a snack before they left.

And as is typical – just one more quick stop.  They talked me into dropping them (and joining) at the Half Step on Rainey before catching the light rail service out to the soccer arena.

Austin FC is really a big deal locally, with all the games selling out.

Denny and Anne reported having a great time at the game.  And I had an excellent meal at the Carpenter restaurant – shaved zucchini salad and wild boar ragu – both really tasty.

The Board meeting on Thursday morning was very smooth, gaining approval for all that we needed.  I met a colleague for lunch in North Austin, enjoying the wonderful seafood at Salt Traders, and then made the drive home in the afternoon.

I got both my flu and new COVID booster shots on Friday afternoon.  No effects on Saturday, but a light flu feeling on Sunday morning.  Friday and Saturday were quiet days at home – good to relax after all the excitement in Austin.

I met Finn for a Thai lunch today.  He’s in great spirits, having received much praise from the store manager about his new truck unloading process.  He also hired the final member of his team – finally at full strength after many months.  The spicy Thai curry seems to have cleared up some of my flu symptoms.

I’m currently watching the Cowboys play the Cincinnati Bengals.  The much maligned Cooper Rush (backup QB) is playing very well with the score at 14-3 Cowboys.  As usual, we are experiencing multiple silly penalties that let the Bengals stay in the game.  I’m pleased that it’s at least a competitive game so far.

My book this week is “Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow” by Gabrielle Zevin.  With the travel and adventures this week, I’m only a bit less than half way through this novel, and am really enjoying it.  I was quite skeptical given the online gaming backdrop, but am very pleasantly surprised with how well the story is flowing.  Here’s the summary:

In this exhilarating novel by the best-selling author of The Storied Life of A. J. Fikry two friends–often in love, but never lovers–come together as creative partners in the world of video game design, where success brings them fame, joy, tragedy, duplicity, and, ultimately, a kind of immortality.

On a bitter-cold day, in the December of his junior year at Harvard, Sam Masur exits a subway car and sees, amid the hordes of people waiting on the platform, Sadie Green. He calls her name. For a moment, she pretends she hasn’t heard him, but then, she turns, and a game begins: a legendary collaboration that will launch them to stardom. These friends, intimates since childhood, borrow money, beg favors, and, before even graduating college, they have created their first blockbuster, Ichigo. Overnight, the world is theirs. Not even twenty-five years old, Sam and Sadie are brilliant, successful, and rich, but these qualities won’t protect them from their own creative ambitions or the betrayals of their hearts.

Spanning thirty years, from Cambridge, Massachusetts, to Venice Beach, California, and lands in between and far beyond, Gabrielle Zevin’s Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow is a dazzling and intricately imagined novel that examines the multifarious nature of identity, disability, failure, the redemptive possibilities in play, and above all, our need to connect: to be loved and to love. Yes, it is a love story, but it is not one you have read before.”

I’ll have a lot more to say about this book next week – and I suspect some very positive commentary.

I’ve been trying some ambient music to quieten down my brain at night and let me drift peacefully off to sleep.  I really enjoy this one:

There’s a new Miles Davis collection out that I’ve been loving.  Check out this live cover of Cyndi Lauper:

Finally, I heard this song on the radio in Austin and thought it was really different and creative:

Coexist peacefully, with kindness and compassion for all!

 

 

Week in Review – August 28, 2022

“Scottish Wedding Day”

We traveled to Scotland on Monday night, arriving into Heathrow on Tuesday morning.  The flight was pretty comfortable and we both got a decent amount of sleep – that meant we were reasonably refreshed for the 90 minute security queue on arrival.  Like so many other outfits, they just can’t get enough folks to work the security lanes.  Our flight up to Glasgow in the afternoon was again amazing – drinks, coffee or tea and a full meal, all with a smile and chat in less than an hour.  And McD left with several small bottles of bubbly “for the road.”

The size of the Rolls Royce engines on the double decker A380 jet that flew us across the Atlantic is amazing – like a truck bolted on to the wing.

The rental car offered in Glasgow wasn’t exactly what I anticipated, but we made it work just fine, arriving in Stewarton in time for dinner (mince and tatties.)

I attended a memorial service for a colleague last Sunday, and remarked to Diana on returning that I had chatted with Woody’s neighbour of 31 years – that just doesn’t happen here anymore, with everyone moving around all the time.  Well – my Mum and Dad’s house in Stewarton is the same one they’ve lived in now for 52 years – and there are a number of the original neighbours still there, including the Harrows next door.  There’s a lot to be said for those kind of roots.

We visited Dad in Crosshouse hospital on Wednesday, and that was a very emotional experience.  He was very pleased to see us and we had a good visit.  Dad enjoyed a trip downstairs and outside in his custom wheelchair – giving helpful directions and instructions along the way.  I smiled when pushing him back into the ward – “Hello everybody, we’re back.  And for those that aren’t aware I’m Ian Robertson and this is Keith.”

The Millhouse restaurant fed us dinner on Wednesday evening.  Always a fun spot and so close to home.  I’m always taken back to the Christmas Eve we spent in the Millhouse bar with David doing his best to get Diana to perform the “You Dancin’?, You Askin’?” routine.  She has it down now and was disappointed when David beat her to it at the wedding dancing.

We visited Dad again on Thursday prior to making the drive up to Aberdeenshire.  The drive is about three and a half hours and Diana did a good job of finding us a coffee/lunch stop – after we finally found it – Google had it on the wrong side of the street.

 

 

The Meldrum house made a wonderful first impression – Mum checked into her luxury suite and we were assigned to a room in “the stables.”  Don’t worry it was very comfortable and had a lot of character.  The Pineapple restaurant served us a delicious meal on Thursday night – from their brand new menu.  The seafood dishes were excellent with Diana easily creating her own feast with a lobster tail on the side.  We were ready for an early bed, but met up with family in the very old Whisky cave bar before retiring.

Those lockers are for private whisky stashes – none other than Sir Alex Ferguson (football fans will know the name) has his name on one.  The bar was amazing and well deserving of the Hotel Bar of the Year award.

I was up early on Friday and captured some interesting sunrise shots – the dining “domes” afire with early morning sun.

We enjoyed exploring the grounds and the beautiful golf course before breakfast with Mum.

The Highland cattle live in a field right next to the dining domes, and the adults are named Glen and Garioch, after the local two hundred year old distillery.  They had two babies this year – I don’t know their names.  Shall we have a naming contest?

Mum had been really looking forward to a quiet day with her book, and we headed off to explore the North East coast.  We started in Banff, me remembering a caravan holiday we enjoyed there many years ago.  From there we drove down the coast to Portsoy – famous for the local marble.  We rambled around the harbour, visited a wee shop and had a nice coffee break overlooking the harbour area.

From Portsoy, we continued Westward down the coast to Cullen – a very picturesque wee fishing village.  A stop for lunch at the Cullen Bay Hotel was a real treat.  I got to try the local delicacy, Cullen Skink – smoked haddock, potatoes, and onions in a creamy soup.  It was a very hearty and filling lunch.  Diana opted lighter with some amazing scallops.

 

We walked off lunch with a couple of mile hike down the coastal trail, lovely views abounding.

We made the drive back to Old Meldrum in time to regroup for dinner at the wonderful Indian restaurant in Inverurie – Rajpoot.  Diana shares my opinion that it’s perhaps the best Indian food we’ve ever had.  Mum, Suzanne, (Oxford comma) and the three girls joined us and we had a wonderful dinner.

And the day wasn’t over yet.  Robin, Julie, Russell, and Lorna were waiting to continue the fun in the Cave bar.  It was great to see them again and we had a blast with them the following day at the reception.

At some point during these happenings, David and Michael were “assembling” bows for the getaway car.  I’ve watched this a number of times and it just keeps getting funnier and funnier – particularly the expression on David’s face as he fails to complete a successful assembly:

Now the big wedding day was upon us.  Diana started with a run – enjoying the cool Scottish morning weather.  We laughed when the breakfast hostess commented that she was amazed she could run “in this heat.”  I enjoyed the full Scottish breakfast, not knowing options to eat again prior to the wedding dinner.

A bus drove about sixty of us to the chapel at Aberdeen University.  Heather attended a year of law school there and so had privileges to be married in the chapel.  We were warned about no pictures inside but did manage to get a few before things started.

The organ in the chapel is quite famous, being one of only two of its ilk in the UK – the other in Westminster Abbey.  Here’s some more detail:

The University Chapel of King’s College is home to a fine organ built in 2004 by Bernard Aubertin, one of the world’s leading organ builders. The French Ministry of Culture conferred on him the title of Maître d’art Facture d’Orgues, the highest accolade ever given by France to an organ builder. Although Aubertin’s work is to be found in many countries, this is the very first Aubertin organ in the United Kingdom.

The new organ has three manuals and pedals, with 26 speaking stops. The great organ includes a reconstructed ‘medieval blockwerk’ – in recognition of the age of the building and to replicate the sound the original organ might well have made. The sound quality is built on the French Montre stop – the original inspiration for the staple British organ sound called Diapason. These two sounds encourage congregational singing at services. There is a Trumpet stop to welcome brides, a characteristic French Voix Humaine, and several stops are suitable for accompanying both singers and instrumentalists.

One of the unusual features of the pedal division is a wooden reed stop – Buzene – which gives clarity and depth to the full organ sound. The organ provides a variety of different sounds and colours and has a highly responsive action. The appearance of the instrument enhances the interior of the Chapel and the unique design, with pipes on all four sides, enables the organ to speak freely and naturally throughout the whole building.”

I enjoyed listening to the organ throughout the service – particularly with all the stops pulled out at the conclusion.

We had some time to capture some pictures before the bus took us back to Meldrum House for the reception.

The bus driver selected a particularly narrow road for the return, requiring a few very close passing incidents with cars, and then this:

The thought of the driver backing up and finding a place to turn wasn’t inspiring a lot of confidence.  Fortunately, the road wasn’t really fully closed with a worker quickly moving the sign to let the wedding group through.

We enjoyed some hors d’oeuvres and drinks and then it was time for the reception to start.  I don’t think entrances get much better than this:

David’s speech was excellent – all seventeen minutes of it.  The “alternative vows”, modeled after my Dad’s speech at Elspeth and David’s wedding, a highlight:

After a delicious meal, it was time for the excellent band to set up and the dancing to begin.  We had a break to take some photos outside before that all started.  Here’s the wonderfully precocious Alex all the way from Australia:

And of course the cutting of Lorna’s beautiful cake:

Diana seemed pleased with my commitment to participating in the dancing.  I wasn’t up to the standard that Russell demonstrated during the extended intro to a song that left him stranded on the dance floor with Diana for a while – I think the band was messing around.   They both took it in stride beautifully.  Then there was Diana dancing the Gay Gordons with Heather’s law firm boss.  And all the jumping around with Robin to “Shut Up and Dance With Me!”  Can you tell a great time was had by all?  No?  Well, maybe this will convince you:

Oh yes, I almost forgot a character that also had a lot of fun – apparently getting into all sorts of trouble when we were dancing:

As if Elspeth and David hadn’t done enough over the weekend, they had an open house and barbeque at their home on Sunday afternoon.  It was lovely to relax in the sunshine after the big day, and catch up with folks we didn’t get a chance to talk to much at the reception.

Heather and Michael really enjoyed our wedding gift – the lyrics to an Imagine Dragons song that they had considered for the first dance, but thought better about the speed and beat:

Now it was time for an early night back at Meldrum House.  What a memorable weekend!

My book this week was “An Honest Living” by Dwyer Murphy.  I really enjoyed this crime story set in the New York area.  The reviews are very mixed with some folks disappointed that the story didn’t have more oomph and complaining about all the asides and descriptions – that’s what I particularly enjoyed.  Murphy’s style was just the stuff that I like.  Here’s a typical paragraph that must have frustrated the folks looking for more direct crime story telling:
“Newton would have liked that.  He liked going places and seeing what was on the shelves.  Got thrown out of a party once for berating the hosts over color coding.  That’s how they had them arranged, all the books by the color of their jackets and spines.  They didn’t care what the books were about or who had written them so long as the bookcase looked like a rainbow.  Newton thought that was the most deranged thing he had ever seen.  He was drunk, and that didn’t help.  He could summon up outrage when it came to book though.  Not bad.”
An example of the clever descriptions:
“Around was empty air and dug-out earth but you could almost feel the buildings underfoot, ready to break through the surface like stalks looking for sun, like you could leave them alone with a little water and they would grow on their own, rise up thirty-two stories, and hire a realtor.”
Here’s the online synopsis:
“A sharp and stylish debut from the editor-in-chief of CrimeReads in which an unwitting private eye gets caught up in a crime of obsession between a reclusive literary superstar and her bookseller husband, paying homage to the noir genre just as smartly as it reinvents it. After leaving behind the comforts and the shackles of a prestigious law firm, a restless attorney makes ends meet in mid-2000s Brooklyn by picking up odd jobs from a colorful assortment of clients. When a mysterious woman named Anna Reddick turns up at his apartment with ten thousand dollars in cash and asks him to track down her missing husband Newton, an antiquarian bookseller who she believes has been pilfering rare true crime volumes from her collection, he trusts it will be a quick and easy case. But when the real Anna Reddick-a magnetic but unpredictable literary prodigy-lands on his doorstep with a few bones to pick, he finds himself out of his depth, drawn into a series of deceptions involving Joseph Conrad novels, unscrupulous booksellers, aspiring flâneurs, and seedy real estate developers. Set against the backdrop of New York at the tail end of the analog era and immersed in the worlds of literature and bookselling, An Honest Living is a gripping story of artistic ambition, obsession, and the small crimes we commit against one another every day”

I watched the movie “Dog” with Channing Tatum on the flight over to London.  This is a good flight movie – lighthearted and silly.  The best parts were the songs that opened and closed the film.  Both excellent:
Coexist peacefully, with kindness and compassion for all!

Week in Review – August 21st, 2022

“Monte Warden and the Dangerous Few!”

We drove down to Austin on Tuesday afternoon, arriving in time to join Timmy and his finance team for drinks and appetizers at Bar Peached.  This was a new place on West 6th street for us to try – Tim did well – creative food done really nicely.  Diana enjoyed meeting the various members of the finance team during our brief stay.  Oh, forgot to mention that I introduced Diana to a great little Greek place in downtown Waco for lunch – Alpha Omega has yummy food and good coffee – a nice way to break up the drive.

We left Bar Peached early as we had a reservation for dinner with Damon at The Odd Duck – a place we try to visit on each Austin trip.  The experience was as wonderful as ever – we enjoyed ceviche, watermelon and cucumber salad, falafel, scallops, and pork loin – all relatively small shareable plates.  Guess what?  Yes – Damon was still hungry.  So we ordered the burger and let him have most of it for himself.

Tuesday was back to school day in California.  Gianluca and Olivia look a wee bit less thrilled with the photo experience than Ben does – I suppose they’ve had to endure for a few more years.

Wednesday was a full work day for me – I’m just not used to being in physical meetings with live people all day – no opportunity to catch up on emails or do my puzzles.  I enjoyed lunch with my team at Salt Traders – always such fresh seafood.  Diana was enjoying pool time at the Carpenter hotel with Lisa – so glad they have each other to hang out with when Blair and I are working too much.

 

Only in Austin do you find a dog boarding place next door to the hotel where the dogs on the sign are sporting David Bowie face paint.  “They call them the Diamond Dogs” – very clever Patty.

Then more food – we had an executive team dinner at Sammie’s Italian.  This is apparently the latest hot spot in downtown Austin.  The food was outstanding all around and we enjoyed some lovely wines.  One of the more entertaining quotes of the week came from Tim over after dinner drinks – “There was the time I was checking in at Burning Man and had this girl we smuggled in the trunk of the car.”  That certainly required further investigation.

I was in the office again for most of Thursday.  Then Diana and I had a night just for ourselves.  We visited two more of our favourite haunts – Peche for a lite dinner and then the Parker Jazz Club.  I miss both very much.  What do you think Diana had at Peche?  Indeed – her usual – steak tartare and fig foam Manhattan.

If I had to design a music club just for my tastes, it would be exactly like the Parker.  Wonderful sound and lighting, comfortable seats and tables, great drinks, excellent service and management – just perfect all around.  Monte Warden and the Dangerous Few were the band for the evening.  We had seen a portion of them at the Continental Club Gallery several years ago and enjoyed the musicianship and positive energy.  Warden has written songs that have been chart toppers for several folks, including George Strait.

We had such an enjoyable evening.  Here are some of the performances I liked best, starting with “Martini”:

The trumpet player does a lot of the band arrangements and is quite the virtuoso – here he is showing how to handle a wah-wah mute:

And now with a very sweet flugelhorn sound:

We miss being able to walk to this world class venue so much.

I worked in the office for a few hours on Friday, then we had our last Austin meal at June’s All Day, and started the drive back home.  Diana resisted their wonderful steak tartare and frites – opting for the Nicoise salad instead – better chance of her staying awake to keep me company on the drive.  There was a bit of rain but we made good time and were home before 5pm.  Diana did stay mostly awake for the duration.

My book this week was “The Mars Room” by Rachel Kushner.  I enjoyed one of her short stories in the New Yorker and decided to give this a try.  Great writing but so dark and disturbing.  Here’s the Good Reads summary:

“It’s 2003 and Romy Hall is at the start of two consecutive life sentences at Stanville Women’s Correctional Facility, deep in California’s Central Valley. Outside is the world from which she has been severed: the San Francisco of her youth and her young son, Jackson. Inside is a new reality: thousands of women hustling for the bare essentials needed to survive; the bluffing and pageantry and casual acts of violence by guards and prisoners alike; and the deadpan absurdities of institutional living, which Kushner evokes with great humor and precision.”

I see the “precision” but can’t say I found “great humor” anywhere in this book.  Not sure I’d recommend this unless you are doing some deep research on what it’s like to spend a long time in prison.

Here’s a treat from the wonderful Nathaniel Rateliff.  I’m looking forward to this Leonard Cohen tribute album coming out in October:

And another one where Rateliff is practicing with Jon Batiste:

Finally, something new from the Band of Heathens:

Coexist peacefully, with kindness and compassion for all!

Week in Review – July 31st, 2022

“Sonoma Wine Tasting”

I flew to San Francisco on Wednesday.  “The Duke” was a great airplane movie – Jim Broadbent and Helen Mirren in a fun caper about a bumbler stealing a very expensive painting of the Duke of Wellington.

Diana was kind enough to collect me from the airport and shuttle me to Clorinda’s home.  Ken showed up with a salmon he had caught earlier in the day – doesn’t get much fresher than that.

Will and Christine joined us for dinner – not salmon but some delicious vegetarian dishes that Alicia cooked up for us.

Clorinda was enjoying dinner too much for the picture.  That’s Caroline on Clorinda’s right and Yenni, Alicia’s friend, on her right.  We had a very nice evening catching up with the engaged couple.  They shared the album of their engagement pictures.  Here’s a brief sampling – they have so many good ones.

Will also shared this picture of the new artwork that adorns the dance floor on the top of his festival Durango.

We picked up Tim and Dee at the airport on Thursday afternoon, stopped for a quick bite to eat in Sausalito (barely making it out of the San Francisco summer fog), and then made the drive up to Glen Ellen in Sonoma.  Denny and Anne showed up a bit later – they took on an “overly adventurous” biking tour of some wineries.

Friday morning started with some special coffees from Barista Denny – it took him a bit of work to figure out the fancy machine – and pastries from the local patisserie courtesy of Tim and Dee and their early morning coffee expedition.

We bummed around the beautiful house for a while and then enjoyed an excellent Mexican lunch at El Molino, before making the drive up to the Russian River valley for our wine tasting adventures.  I can’t say enough good things about the food at El Molino – delicious sauces, beans, tortillas.

Our first tasting stop was at Gary Farrell winery, situated right above the Russian river with lovely views.  This place was first class – comfy seating, personalized menus, cheeses to match each different wine, and perfect service.  We were off to a strong start.

The Chardonnay was a big hit with the group.  Our next stop was at Sonoma Cutrer winery.  A pleasant spot with okay wines – a bit of a let down from our first winery.  Sheri gave up on waiting on quarantining Sean, and drove up to join us at this stop.

We enjoyed a casual dinner at Lo & Behold in Healdsburg, a charming small town, and then headed back to the house to relax.

Saturday again started out with Barista Denny and then some custom omelets from Chef K.  We opted to stay local with wineries all within a couple of miles of the house.  The first was Talisman – some very good pinots but nothing too exciting.

Diana had maxed out on pinots and so we opted to have lunch at the Jack London saloon while the group visited Lassiter family vineyards.

We enjoyed some local characters and learned a bit about the history of Jack London in Glen Ellen.  The group came back raving about the Lassiter vineyard, and had arranged a tasting for Sunday afternoon so that we could experience it as well.

Dinner was at the Glen Ellen Star – a Michelin notable restaurant and reviewed as the best in the area.  I really enjoyed my wild boar pasta and reviews from others in the party were less positive – I think they were tired from a long day of wine tasting and ready to relax at the house.  The walk home was a bit daunting as there are no street lights at all.  Tim and Denny encountered a skunk that was determined to have a stand off until they turned around – fortunately a car came by and scared it off.

Sunday was a wonderfully relaxing day.  Hanging out in the pool and hot tub, playing ping pong and cornhole, fighting over the music – all the fun stuff of a group vacation.

We did take a break to visit the Lassiter family vineyard in the afternoon.  I’m glad we did – their wines were very varied and all quite tasty.  I love the label art work.

Sean made a socially distanced appearance and so we had all four couples together as originally planned.

Chef Denny cooked up a delicious dinner on the overly complicated grill.

What a wonderful trip and so nice to see Tim feeling well and enjoying life again.  We’re all planning to reconvene in New Orleans for jazzfest next spring.  I did find this picture of what would be an excellent next vacation rental – it’s in the Maldives:

My book this week was “The Guest List” by Lucy Foley.  Not nearly as dark as “The Paris Apartment”, but similarly full of clever plot twists that I should have seen coming.  You really needed to pay attention to the personal histories of the guests to find out who was the culprit.

“A wedding celebration turns dark and deadly in this deliciously wicked and atmospheric thriller reminiscent of Agatha Christie from the New York Times best-selling author of The Hunting Party.

The bride – the plus one – the best man – the wedding planner – the bridesmaid – the body.

On an island off the coast of Ireland, guests gather to celebrate two people joining their lives together as one. The groom: handsome and charming, a rising television star. The bride: smart and ambitious, a magazine publisher. It’s a wedding for a magazine or for a celebrity: the designer dress, the remote location, the luxe party favors, the boutique whiskey. The cell phone service may be spotty and the waves may be rough, but every detail has been expertly planned and will be expertly executed.

But perfection is for plans, and people are all too human. As the champagne is popped and the festivities begin, resentments and petty jealousies begin to mingle with the reminiscences and well wishes. The groomsmen begin the drinking game from their school days. The bridesmaid not-so-accidentally ruins her dress. The bride’s oldest (male) friend gives an uncomfortably caring toast.

And then someone turns up dead. Who didn’t wish the happy couple well? And perhaps more important, why? 

This was a quick and enjoyable read with an interesting setting – a very remote Irish island, mostly covered in peat bog that acted like quicksand if not traversed skillfully.

Something from my favourite Cracker album to kick things off:

And why not follow that up with one from perhaps my favourite band:

And finally an interesting song from a relatively new band:

Coexist peacefully with kindness and compassion for all!

Week in Review – June 19th, 2022

“Surgery and Celebration Week”

This week started with Diana’s dental surgery – tooth extraction and bone graft.  She elected not to have general anesthesia, and rather have a “magic pill” at the dentist’s office to calm her down and make her very sleepy.  She claimed she wasn’t really getting sleepy – I think the pictures indicate otherwise:

Everything went well according to Dr. Johnson – he reported that he met Diana’s two instructions to him: 1.  no pain; 2.  do a great job.  I was a bit concerned right when we arrived home, as the pain was very high, but things settled down in a few hours.  The rinsing, dabbing and pain pills all week are really getting annoying for McD.

I was next up on Thursday, with dupuytrens surgery Act II.  I had my pinky nodule removed last year, and now it was time for ring and middle nodules to exit.  A lot of work for a couple of little bumps – but they do start to hurt annoyingly after a few months.

I’m usually in a happy and entertaining state when coming out of anesthesia.  Not so much this time – too much time waiting without anything to eat or drink, and too much time to review the ridiculous cost of short surgeries.  Diana was glad to get me out of there before I really irritated the nurses.  Time for some Taco Bell comfort food.

We celebrated Finn’s 29th birthday on Friday – pushing our anniversary celebration to Saturday.  The fun started with the “Lightyear” movie at the luxurious iPic theater.  This is a prequel to “Toy Story” – showing the story that was behind the Buzz Lightyear “Infiniti and Beyond” toy.  The film was action packed and entertaining.  Diana commented that it was “one calamity after another.”

After all that excitement, we returned home so that Finn could open presents – he had a great time opening Pokemon figurines from Campbell, custom made San Francisco Giants barstools from us, cards, gift cards, and then a delicious lemon cake and ice cream that Diana arranged for him.  So nice to see him so healthy and happy.

The theme for a fifth anniversary is wood.  Diana likes to play Connect 4, and so I couldn’t resist this custom wooden version.

I also found an Etsy company that makes wooden boards with song lyrics – had to get our wedding song:

Diana surprised me with a glass koala (D) and penguin (K) that she had made by a guy in New Orleans, who was part of an artist co-op downstairs from our condo.  I really love these little guys.

Our anniversary dinner was at Rick’s Chophouse in downtown McKinney.  A lovely setting that we’ve enjoyed many times in the past, but this time the service was spotty and slow.  We made the best of it and tried not to complain too much.  Desserts and my shrimp ‘n grits were both delicious.

Pest control came out to kill off our latest round of hornets, but a few stragglers remained.  I tried to take care of them so that D could fully enjoy her sunbathing spot, without unwanted company.  They really do look mean.

 

 

It was nice to get our surgeries behind us and to celebrate birthday and anniversary.

My book this week was “Between Two Kingdoms” by Suleika Jaouad.  I really enjoyed this book, which follows Jaouad’s multiple year battle with leukemia and her path to recovery.  I have a bunch of dog-eared pages that I wanted to share, but it’s too hard for me to type with this annoying bandage on my right hand- keeps activating the Ctrl key with all kinds of silly results.  So, I’ll just share this online summary that it was easy to copy and paste – the Ctrl-C and Ctrl-V responding well.

“In the summer after graduating from college, Suleika Jaouad was preparing, as they say in commencement speeches, to enter “the real world.” She had fallen in love and moved to Paris to pursue her dream of becoming a war correspondent. The real world she found, however, would take her into a very different kind of conflict zone.

It started with an itch—first on her feet, then up her legs, like a thousand invisible mosquito bites. Next came the exhaustion, and the six-hour naps that only deepened her fatigue. Then a trip to the doctor and, a few weeks shy of her twenty-third birthday, a diagnosis: leukemia, with a 35 percent chance of survival. Just like that, the life she had imagined for herself had gone up in flames. By the time Jaouad flew home to New York, she had lost her job, her apartment, and her independence. She would spend much of the next four years in a hospital bed, fighting for her life and chronicling the saga in a column for The New York Times.

When Jaouad finally walked out of the cancer ward—after countless rounds of chemo, a clinical trial, and a bone marrow transplant—she was, according to the doctors, cured. But as she would soon learn, a cure is not where the work of healing ends; it’s where it begins. She had spent the past 1,500 days in desperate pursuit of one goal—to survive. And now that she’d done so, she realized that she had no idea how to live.

How would she reenter the world and live again? How could she reclaim what had been lost? Jaouad embarked—with her new best friend, Oscar, a scruffy terrier mutt—on a 100-day, 15,000-mile road trip across the country. She set out to meet some of the strangers who had written to her during her years in the hospital: a teenage girl in Florida also recovering from cancer; a teacher in California grieving the death of her son; a death-row inmate in Texas who’d spent his own years confined to a room. What she learned on this trip is that the divide between sick and well is porous, that the vast majority of us will travel back and forth between these realms throughout our lives. Between Two Kingdoms is a profound chronicle of survivorship and a fierce, tender, and inspiring exploration of what it means to begin again.”

I thoroughly recommend this book – not exactly an uplifting tale, but such an honest and insightful survival story.

Here’s an interesting Dylan cover that I’ve enjoyed several times this week:

Some lovely, laid back Anders:

And finally a new band that I heard this week and like a lot:

Stay safe, kind and compassionate to everyone!

Week in Review – June 12th, 2020

“We Still Miss Austin a Lot”

I made a trip to see the hand surgeon on Monday.  He confirmed that the nodule on my hand is another incidence of dupuytrens disease – so we’ll have to get another surgery planned to extract it before it starts to hurt too much.

I stopped into the immigration office on my drive to Austin on Tuesday.  They had sent me an interview date and time that I thought was to do the usual green card biometrics, required every ten years.  After standing in line for a while, and then having picture and fingerprints taken, I assumed I was all finished.  But, the lady told me to head upstairs for another interview.  My name was called and off I went to an interview room with a pleasant lady.  After we chatted for a while, she asked, “So, are you ready for the test?”  I asked what kind of test is associated with a regular green card renewal.  Hadn’t experienced one in 30 plus years.  “Oh no, this is your citizenship interview.”  Missed that on the letter that was sent – no mention of studying for the test or anything even close to that.  I figured there was nothing to lose – so off we went with the test.

“How many members are in the house of representatives?”

“How many in the senate?”

“What are the first ten amendments to the constitution known as?”

The rest of the questions were straightforward.  I was able to get them correct and avoided any wasted time “studying” for the test.  If you haven’t brushed up on civics class lately, the answers are 435, 100, and “The Bill of Rights.”

The bad news is I am now working on a list of all international flights between 2016 and 2021 – going to be an interesting journey through the archives (including historical blog posts) to paste that together.  This is the final information necessary to complete my citizenship application.

After all that excitement, the drive down to Austin was smooth and easy.  I spent some time in the office and then picked up Diana at the airport – she was delayed by about an hour as they had to “reboot” one of the airplane engines prior to leaving Phoenix.  That gave me an opportunity to experience the “cell phone waiting lot” at Austin airport.  Quite fancy with a Whataburger and a flight arrival information screen.

One of the nice features of the Carpenter Hotel (other than it’s hip vibe and proximity to the office and fun restaurants) is that there is a Thom’s market right next door.  One can easily pick up some breakfast tacos on the way to work in the morning.  I spent Wednesday at the office, while Diana and Lisa relaxed by the Carpenter pool.  Thankfully some very tall trees provide good shade, as temperatures were 100 degrees plus all of this week.

I hosted a Happy Hour at The Tavern for all IT folks in the Austin area, and a few folks who were visiting.  This was a lovely evening with good food, drinks and company – all at a reasonable price.  Diana had a chance to do a detailed interview of Pepe, my new leader for Latin American IT – she was very impressed.  The only downer was when one attendee discovered that her car had been broken into, and her laptop stolen.  Never leave bags visible in the back seat!

I was entertained by the scooter and one-wheel gang that drove by The Tavern – Will is on the waiting list for a new one-wheel.  Don’t think I’ll ever have the balance for one of those.

 

 

I picked up Diana at the hotel for Thursday lunch with Pepe  and me at Salt Traders.  We had a very nice seafood lunch – Diana enjoying some tuna tartare.  After lunch, Diana took Pepe over to Walmart so that he could pick up some things that are much less expensive in the U.S.  Diana and I both agree that Pepe is a great addition to my team.

Dinner on Thursday was at one of our very favourite Austin establishments – Suerte, on the east side of town.  Everything was just as good as anticipated.  We sat at our “regular” table and enjoyed a couple of their creative cocktails.

Our first course was a pulpo (octopus) tostada – creative and yummy.  We followed that with the must have suadero tacos – still my favourite ever.

Suerte is always such a highlight of an Austin trip.  Great food and excellent service in a casual atmosphere.

Speaking of yummy food – I noticed that our office vending machine now carries the highly addictive Zappos Voodoo chips from New Orleans.  I was proud of myself for being able to resist the temptation.

 

One last Austin favourite restaurant before our drive back to McKinney.  We enjoyed Friday lunch at June’s All Day.  Diana couldn’t pass up her favourite steak tartare and frites, while I enjoyed a perfect boursin omelet.

The drive home wasn’t too bad – just the usual Waco and South Dallas snarl up spots.  We were home before 5pm.

Can you believe these temperatures forecast for the weekend?  One needs to get out early in the morning for any physical activity.

Santos came over on Saturday to trim up the trees – particularly the one in our neighbor’s yard that had the broken branch.  We finally got rid of all the branches hanging over our pool.  He also trimmed back the massive oak tree in the front significantly – no trees touching the house now.  It was interesting to watch the technique used to make the branches fall into the gap between the magnolias, and then control their descent.

Campbell sent pictures from a Saturday baseball game in San Diego.  He did not catch a foul ball, and Molly was getting irritated with him raising up his glove.  “It’s for your own protection,” he explained.  Things were fine after that.

I enjoyed my book this week much better than the one from last week.  “The Guide”, by Peter Heller was a quick and exciting read.  The fly fishing descriptions were wonderful, and the plot fast paced and engaging.  I did find the conclusion a bit gruesome and disturbing – but not beyond the imagination.

Here’s the Amazon summary:

“Kingfisher Lodge, nestled in a canyon on a mile and a half of the most pristine river water on the planet, is known by locals as “Billionaire’s Mile” and is locked behind a heavy gate. Sandwiched between barbed wire and a meadow with a sign that reads “Don’t Get Shot!” the resort boasts boutique fishing at its finest. Safe from viruses that have plagued America for years, Kingfisher offers a respite for wealthy clients. Now it also promises a second chance for Jack, a return to normalcy after a young life filled with loss. When he is assigned to guide a well-known singer, his only job is to rig her line, carry her gear, and steer her to the best trout he can find. 

But then a human scream pierces the night, and Jack soon realizes that this idyllic fishing lodge may be merely a cover for a far more sinister operation. A novel as gripping as it is lyrical, as frightening as it is moving, The Guide is another masterpiece from Peter Heller.”

I enjoyed the way the main character and background were linked to Heller’s last book, “The River”, which I enjoyed a few years ago – recommended by Issac’s Austin based “Manly Book Club.”

Here’s a paragraph that captures the joy of fishing:

“He was almost under the bridge when he raised the rod high and brought the exhausted trout in the last few feet and unshucked the net from his belt and slid it under this beauty and cradled her in the mesh.  She was a species of gold that no jeweler had every encountered – deeper, darker, rich with tones that had depth like water.  He talked to her the whole time, You’re all right, you’re all right, thank you, you beauty, almost as he had talked to himself at the shack, and he wet his left hand and cupped her belly gently and slipped the barbless hook from her lip and withdrew the net.”

Let’s start out with some relaxing, mellow saxophone – great for a Sunday morning with the paper:

We’ll keep it mellow with one of my top three Grateful Dead tracks:

And finally some entertaining mermaid music from Mississippi John Hurt:

 

Stay safe, kind and compassionate to everyone!

 

Week in Review – June 5th, 2022

“Guatemala City and San Francisco”

We headed to the airport on Tuesday morning – me to travel to Guatemala City for work, and Diana to visit her Mom in San Francisco.  Both of our flights were on time and smooth.  I enjoyed dinner with our leader for the Guatemala business and called it an early night.  I visited my favourite breakfast place, Saul’s Bistro, the next morning and noticed that the tables were built on old sewing machine pedal mounts – very clever.

Damon and Doug traveled with me and we had meetings all day on Wednesday, followed by a team dinner.  We did take a break for a yummy Greek lunch – I really like this place and have eaten there each time we visit.

Another break in the afternoon for the COVID tests necessary to regain entry to the United States.  I chuckled at the name of the facility:

The team dinner was at a fancy steak house – Jorge’s steak came with some kind of smoky presentation, and Doug certainly got a lot of meat.  His father was a butcher and so he enjoys his steak.

After dinner, we were teasing Damon about having selected such an early flight.  So early that his car was arriving at 4am.  We should have kept quiet!  I woke at 2:30am to discover that American Airlines had canceled my 10am flight back to Dallas and booked me on the same flight the next day.  That wouldn’t have been awful, but necessitated getting a new COVID test etc.  I really didn’t relish having to fill out all the forms and going through that again.  I was able to book a seat on the 6am flight to Miami and then an onward flight to Dallas.  This meant – you guessed it – I had to share Damon’s 4am car.  That and wake up Doug and get him organized with a new flight to Austin from Miami.  This sign in the Miami airport reminded me to go with the flow and relax:

I was home at 5pm, not too much later than on my originally planned flight, just with a much earlier start.  Whew – early to bed.  I did notice this large, broken tree limb hanging in our yard before bed.  The storm that caused our flight cancellation must have been a pretty good one.  The upside is that branch needed to come down anyway as it was over the pool and spoiling the sun bathing area.

I met one of our Board members for lunch at Snuffer’s on Friday.  This is a place that I used to visit regularly 30 or more years ago – but I hadn’t been in quite a while.  The burger and chicken sandwich are just as good as they always were, and the cheese fries just as ridiculous.

Finn and I met at Fork and Spoon for Thai food on Saturday.  He entertained me with a story about all the shoppers complaining about how much food prices have increased.  “It’s just basic economics – if diesel doubles in price, then some of that has to be passed along to the consumer.”  We tried to get him signed up for health benefits, but the system had him locked and we’ll deal with that when they open on Monday.

Saturday was a busy day in Pacifica.  Diana and Clorinda watched two baseball games in the morning – Massimo and Luciano’s teams.  Then they hosted a party for Alicia’s birthday.  The weather was cooperative and so everyone was able to enjoy the deck and the view.

Fortunately there is plenty of room for parking:

The hoodlums from up the hill had fun in a tree – even Frankie in her party dress.

And of course pictures with Mom (favourite daughter and son):

Diana reports a really lovely event.  So exciting that it was close to midnight before she could get Clorinda to bed.

My book this week was “French Braid” by Anne Tyler.  If you are a regular reader, you know how much I admire Tyler’s ability to capture the day to day normality of families, with great characters.

“French Braid” is her latest offering, and I found it a bit disappointing.  Maybe I wasn’t in the right mood, or have read too many of her books in the recent past, but it just felt plodding and a bit boring.  I needed some more excitement and action of some kind.  I know that’s not her thing, but this one just needed something to spice it up a bit.  I didn’t even have a dog-eared page to share.

Saul’s Bistro in Guatemala always has an interesting soundtrack playing.  I heard this when enjoying breakfast.  Such an interesting cover:

I checked out some more of Kent’s music – some good French songs:

Vince told me he was enjoying this album on the deck of his lake house.  I decided to check it out.  Great jazz music:

And finally some wonderful Tom Petty:

Stay safe, compassionate and kind to everyone!

Week in Review – May 29, 2022

“HBK!”

Finn joined us on Monday evening to celebrate my birthday.  Diana had been busy earlier in the day with the traditional pavlova preparation.  The mixer made a rare trip from its custom cupboard to the counter top.  Oh, the complexity of a new oven and the micro-adjustments necessary to create the perfect meringue.

I think it turned out perfectly – crunchy and then the lovely chewiness of the inside.  The other traditional birthday fare is meat pies.  The regular recipe had been “misplaced”, and so a new one was attempted – I think with even better results.  Finn was enlisted for an extra pair of hands in completing meat pie prep – dough shaping and egg washing – he’s always happy to help with cooking tasks.

What a perfect birthday treat.  I love the Mardi Gras frame that Diana picked up in New Orleans for our Mardi Gras Day picture – one of my favourites from the recent residency.

Another one of her gifts was an excellent book – “Booze and Vinyl.”  A selection of great albums from the last four decades with suggested cocktail pairings and snacks.  This is a wonderful book – the authors clearly love vinyl records and cocktails very much.  There’s not a bad album in here and the pairings make a lot of sense.  Maybe we’ll work our way through this, one album per week, when we’re both retired.

Finn gifted me a “Tenicle 360”.  This is a phone mount like an octopus – the arms allow you to mount your phone to almost anything, with strong suction cups.  I laughed because Finn and I had seen this on Shark Tank and thought it would be a great product.

Will found a compact travel wallet for me.  Apparently after much research and consultation with Diana.  I think it’s great – just enough space for the essentials, and with a tracking card that shows you the wallet location on a map and then beeps as you home in on its location.

And then there’s a special gift.  My Dad had suggested to Mum that they get me a valet as a present.  I loaded it up for this picture, but couldn’t find my Rolex watch – more on that later.

Another lovely birthday.

We had planned to travel to San Francisco on Wednesday, to spend the long weekend with Clorinda.  Unfortunately she tested positive for COVID earlier in the week, and we had to delay that adventure.  Thankfully she had a couple of days of minor symptoms and is now fine and testing negative.

Diana convinced me to go for a run on Saturday morning, before it got too hot.  I ran for 15 minutes, first time in a couple of months, and my legs are still achy today.  Note to self – need to go running more often to avoid the two day thigh aches.  We followed that with a trip to filtered for coffee and a quiche – something we haven’t done in a while.  Penelope was happy for the trip with her top down on a lovely, sunny day.

I made my new Thai chicken dish on Saturday night and Finn joined us to sample it.  He gave it a hearty thumbs up.  Diana always enjoys my mise en place activity before making this dish – all my ingredients lined up in little bowls – like a TV cooking show.

Finn’s car is looking brand new after the ceramic coating that Will organized.

I dragged my achy thighs to the pool for a swim on Sunday morning – not too bad – I suppose swimming must use slightly different muscles, that or I just didn’t kick very hard.  I’m guessing the latter.

On Sunday evening, we walked across the street to our neighbours, the Ennens, to celebrate the high school graduation of their twins.  We had a pleasant time chatting with Mary’s brother and his family about travel, scuba diving and the like.  One of the graduating twins, Tanner, was kind enough to check on the house and Penelope while we were on our New Orleans residency.

Have you watched any of “Somebody Feed Phil” on Netflix?  I stumbled upon it recently (thanks Vince) and am really enjoying Phil Rosenthal’s exploits as he travels to a new city in each episode.  Rosenthal was the creator of “Everybody Loves Raymond”, and you can certainly see the sense of humour that was so successful there coming through in this show.  Highly recommended.

Now, about that lost Rolex.  I assumed I had hidden it during the bathroom remodel – a while ago, I know.  Several attempts to locate it in places I might have hidden it came up empty.  Where do you think I found it?  I’ll give you a minute to come up with some ideas, and still don’t think you’ll get it.  I found it in a pocket of my work bag while cleaning it out for my travel this week.  I must have been carrying it around from place to  place for at least a year.  Good grief!

I was proud of this Phrazle accomplishment on Sunday morning.  My first time to guess in two tries.  I just had to see “Never” at the end and then it fell into place.

My book this week was “Every Good Boy Does Fine (A Love Story, in Music Lessons)” by Jeremy Denk.  This is one of my favourite reads in a while.  Fair warning though – I’m not sure it would be particularly enjoyable to someone who doesn’t enjoy classical music and hasn’t struggled with the piano at some point in their life.

Here’s the bio on Denk:

 

“Jeremy Denk is one of America’s foremost pianists.  Winner of a MacArthur “Genius” Fellowship and the Avery Fisher Prize, Denk is a member of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences.  He returns frequently to Carnegie Hall and has appeared with ensembles including the Chicago Symphony, New York Philharmonic, and Los Angeles Philharmonic.  His recordings have reached #1 on the Billboard classical chartsa nd have been featured on many best-of-the-year lists.  His writing has appeared in The New Yorker, The New Republic, The Guardian, and The New York Times Review.  Denk graduated from Oberlin College, Indiana University, and the Juiliard School.  He lives in New York City.”

How can a world class pianist also by an excellent writer.  Doubly not fair.

Each chapter covers Denk’s experience and relationship with a piano teacher, from early childhood through concert pianist.  I particularly enjoyed the “playlist” at the start of each chapter – covering music discussed in that chapter.  I did my best to play along on Spotify.  The highlight of the book for me was the detailed way that Denk described portions of the pieces he is playing – the rhythm and melodies – in such a caring and nuanced way.

The first teacher:

“At this point (according to my parents) I asked for piano lessons.  They were surprised because of my passionate rejection of the violin, but I’d been banging away at the spinet here and there.  As it happened, a teacher lived right down the street:  Mona Schneiderman.  (Has a more perfect piano teacher name ever been invented?)  And so a new weekly routine began, in lieu of medication or therapy.  Mom was relieved it didn’t involve more driving.  I have unreliable memories of Mona’s face – just a general kindness, light brown hair, glasses.  Her upright piano stood just off the kitchen, sharing space with a formal dining room.

Mona gave me a book of sheet music:  Very Easy Piano Pieces for Children.  On the cover, I scrawled in my loopiest script:  “Love the piano.”  I got assigned my first piece, “Wonderful World”, on March 10, 1976 (I was five and three-quarters).  It had lyrics.”

A synopsis of the fifteen year old Denk:

“My resume:  straight A’s, probable valedictorian, fifteen years old, a year’s worth of college already under my belt, and no chance of my ruining all this by knocking up anyone.  I’d won the Chemistry Olympics, with a super-precise titration.  I had gushing recommendations from my English teachers and my calculus professor.  Bruce Streett arranged for me to meet with Ivy Leagues alumni around town.  He accepted that I wasn’t going to go to Oxford, or become a Rhodes scholar, because I needed to focus on piano, and yet he still wanted to help.”

On studying Beethoven’s Sonata in F Minor, op. 57 at Oberlin college in 1986:

“After a few weeks of hitting the “Appassionata” first movement hard, Joe asked me to start the second.  I opened the music in my practice room.  on the page, it looked innocent: a hymn, one basic chord after another.  I felt this was a scam.  You often encounter a boundary in Beethoven, when he prunes music to the fundamentals: you think he’s gone too far, but then you realize he hasn’t.  I hadn’t evolved to that second stage.  I was more than willing to call out Beethoven for being a hack.

My lesson rolled around.  After I played the theme and one variation, Joe said, “What’s going on?  What happened to you?”

A bad comment – maybe one of the worst.  I decided to confess.  I told Joe I thought the piece was boring, even a bit cheesy.  Joe didn’t order me out of the studio, or lecture me on how this is one of Beethoven’s holiest visions, inhabiting a space between childlike wonder and deep reverence.  He gave me the look that Jerry Seinfeld give George Costanza when George proposes some new morally vacant scheme, and then shook it off with a sigh, and decided there was nothing else to do but approach the problem practically.  God, what I wouldn’t have given for something impractical, I was so tired of sighs and rolled-up sleeves.”

On his love of Brahms:

“If you forced me at gunpoint to pick a favorite tune, I would choose the beginning of Brahms’ first Piano Trio, op. 8, in B Major.  I first heard and played it at age fourteen, and in my mind it still lives there, thinking fourteen-year-old thoughts.  Brahms begins this tune in the piano, in its richest, most chocolaty-register – what’s called the tenor.  The melody launches from a low preamble note, then climbs, one note at a time.  For the first few notes, it’s just a major scale, nothing memorable.  But then Brahms decides to skip one note.  This act is crucial and defining:  the melody acquires identity and purpose.”

More on Brahms.  I love this description of the horn opening:

“Brahms B-flat!  A comical choice for an injured pianist, like deciding to ascend Everest with a broken leg.  It is one of the most difficult pieces in the piano repertoire, more difficult in many ways than Rachmaninoff no.3.  But I kept going over it in my head.  I couldn’t stop obsessing about the opening, a horn call, a rising scale with a little curlicue creating a subtle upward energy, the sense of a question.  And after the horn ascended, how the piano came from the unexpected other side, from the deepest bass, creating a cushion of sound around the horn, a foundation beneath a foundation.  The timbre of the horn, the sense of space, the call in the mountains resounding over the valley (“He wrote it in Italy!” one conductor reminded me; another cellist friend said, “Here is the universe”).”

I have many more dog-eared pages in this book, but you get a sense of it from those quotes.  I will have to delve in again and spend more time listening to the “playlists” from each chapter.  There is a section at the end of the book where Denk lists out his favourite recordings of each piece – through the wonder and curse of Spotify they are all right at our fingertips.

As Monty Python would say, “And now for something completely different.”  At least on the music front.

A couple of songs from Govt. Mule’s latest, “Heavy Load Blues”:

I always loved Whitesnake’s version of this.  Such a shame Coverdale’s amazing voice was wasted on silly rock ‘n roll songs:

And finally, back in the piano realm.  The sublime Keith Jarrett from a recording that I’ve been looking for for many years, and finally tracked down “Moth and the Flame”:

Stay safe, compassionate and kind to everyone!